Astrape (of_soundandfury) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-05-30 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | medusa, poseidon |
Who: Poseidon and Medusa
When: Monday night late
What: After his angry run-in with Demeter, Poseidon gets hit with one of Aphrodite's love spells and he goes to pester torture Medusa.
Where: Medusa's apartment
Warnings/rating: A rare and kind of creepy Poseidon playing the romantic hero. He's got stars in his eyes.
As Demeter left almost as soon as he'd come across her, Poseidon took his exit from the same alley feeling no better than he had earlier. He'd beat out some aggression, but that emptiness both he and his sister felt only returned, this time even heavier than before.
Stopping into a nearby convenience store he cleaned up, readying himself for a bottle of cheap whiskey. He slapped a bill down on the counter, opening the cap and downing a good shot before heading out the door leaving a bewildered clerk who just starred at Poseidon's retreat. He'd been not but a block away when that strange sensation hit. As potent as any strong drink. He fought it at first, as it were nothing more than a bad headache. What had been a frustrating five minutes before, griping in his mind about women, suddenly turned soft. He wasn't accustomed to feelings so pure. It damn near took his breath away and he took a moment to stop as if it nauseated him.
It was a little while before Aphrodite's magic worked, but when it did he found himself throwing out the whiskey bottle and heading right back to the convenience store for a small bouquet of roses. It was enough to make the clerk do a double take and pray his shift ended without anymore nutcases walking through the door.
Roses in hand Poseidon sought out the one person that rattled his brain, and this time it wasn't his wife. With the roller coaster of emotions he was riding in one night, he was bound to be sick come Wednesday.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-05-31 05:16 am UTC (link) Track This
Medusa had spent the day waiting, unsure of what she was to expect. The idea that Poseidon was going to be in love with her was horrifying - she'd seen first hand what it was like to be in his affections, and even though Aphrodite promised it wouldn't be like last time that fear lingered.
Medusa didn't care about what had gone on between the Olympians, let them have their in-fighting, their arguments, their childish little moods. But it meant she was being offered a way to punish her tormentor with her own hands and she was taking it.
When the knock came on her door she unlocked it slowly and cautiously, knowing already who it was. There was no mistaking the feeling of him, and the sickness that came with it for Medusa.
She didn't expect to see him there with roses though and her hand loosened around the knife she held by her side in case this had been a trick.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-05-31 04:37 pm UTC (link) Track This
It was as if he'd been a sea sick sailor who'd finally lost his mind. Hallucinating and vowing things he'd never given to anyone. To anyone except Amphitrite. His wife was the last thing on his mind, when just half an hour or so before she'd been everything on his mind.
Standing in her doorway, Poseidon gave Medusa that white-toothed smile, one in which often times held a darker meaning. Something in his eyes appeared softer. He handed her the roses with an expression of hope that she wouldn't tear them to shreds.
He may have cleaned up, splashed on some cologne from the store but there was still the slight lingering scent of alcohol and sex. He looked thin, tired, as if he'd spent the last week without much sleep and yet here he was giving her the sweetest of smiles.
"I've been looking for you!" He announced ducking his head from the top of the doorway. Would she invite him in? He wasn't going to press it. Those blue eyes swirled with an eagerness that wasn't dangerous or hateful. It was devoid of any anger.
"Can I come in?"
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-01 03:19 am UTC (link) Track This
Medusa couldn't even speak upon seeing that monster like... this. So, a little unsteadily, she just drew back from the door with a nod. The sooner she had him inside the sooner she could begin to punish him for everything he'd done to her (and to hundreds of other innocent girls just like her).
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-01 04:15 am UTC (link) Track This
She rejected the roses but he stepped in looking as if he had stars in his eyes. "These are for you," he announced hoping she'd take them this time. His usually cold blue eyes were calm, starring at her as if he'd never seen a woman so beautiful.
Yet, he didn't step into her space without her consent first. Nothing at all as he'd been with her upon their first meeting with a cold and heavy touch. She'd been his first victim in the way that would define Poseidon forever. What she saw now wasn't that man at all. Stripped of his bitterness, and twisting that once good side into something frightfully sincere.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-01 05:51 am UTC (link) Track This
Medusa took the flowers and felt a little sick at having Poseidon in her home. This all still felt like some sort of trick. Looking up from the roses she met the sea king's eyes. "Do you remember what you did to me?" Medusa asked him coldly.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-01 11:46 am UTC (link) Track This
He hadn't lost his memory, only had parts of it glossed over so that what he felt now seemed genuine no matter how fake it was. Aphrodite had dished out her best for him and upped his dose as much as she could. It wasn't easy to make a man like Poseidon turn such the opposite cheek. It was far more potent than Eros' had been on Valentine's day.
Poseidon couldn't think of anything but Medusa, including their past. As if Amphitrite had been replaced and never happened. His brows moved up ever so slightly, eyes a gray-blue as his emotions turned to pain. It even seemed as if he could cry (though the ability was as rare as his good nature).
"How could I," his voice broke off, feeling completely guilty for his transgressions when in reality Poseidon had an air of pride for what he'd done. he dropped to his knees right in front of her shaking his head. He reached out for her free hand. "Forgive me." He repeated feeling so strongly that remorse. How could he?
"I love you!" Very words that Poseidon could scarcely get out to his wife.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-01 12:01 pm UTC (link) Track This
Forgive me. She'd wanted to hear some variation of that for centuries, some glimpse of an apology for his crimes but there was nothing but cold amusement at the pain he'd put her through. That he said it so easily under this spell only made her furious.
She reached out and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him up to his feet and slamming him back into the wall. "You're a monster!"
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-01 09:31 pm UTC (link) Track This
The slam against the wall jolted him momentarily, but he let her hold him there not rejecting or throwing a hand in anger.
"I am a monster," he agreed. She'd never get another chance like this to hear such things from his mouth, and at this moment he believed every word of it. "I am sorry."
He could feel his heart beating faster, out of excitement and affection.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-01 09:37 pm UTC (link) Track This
It was actually painful to hear him like this, and it brought agonized tears to her eyes as she tightened her grip around his throat. "Except you don't mean it," she snapped, taking her hand away from his throat and then backhanding him hard. "You don't mean any of it! Everything that you are is pain!"
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-01 11:10 pm UTC (link) Track This
His head jerked to the side, cheek stinging at her display. Why wouldn't she take his word? He meant it, of course he meant it! His hand went to rub the burning cheek. Those tears in her eyes, he wanted to soothe them.
"Of course I do," he reached out.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 11:56 am UTC (link) Track This
"Don't touch me," Medusa snarled at him. "Not your monster." She wished she could turn him to stone, oh how she wished it. She'd smash him into bits.
But instead she pulled the knife out of her sleeve and pushed him back against the wall with one hand, letting him see the light on the blade. "Payback time."
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 02:08 pm UTC (link) Track This
His back hit the slab of wall again, arms held up as if to surrender. Not at all like how he'd treated her last. When she'd bitten him and put him on his knees. He felt horrible, but whatever she wished of him he would comply. He only wanted to love her and have her see it. It was real, he knew it was.
For a moment he said not a thing as she flashed her knife. He wasn't going to beg for his life or push her off.
"Sorry, sorry," he said in a breathless voice. He looked at her longingly, ignoring anywhere she chose to stick that blade. At that proximity she could feel his heartbeat, how thin he was and smell the alcohol on his breath, the faint smell of sex from where he'd had Demeter just hours before.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 02:16 pm UTC (link) Track This
Medusa forced herself to remember that this wasn't an innocent man she was threatening. This was Poseidon, who destroyed everything he touched and did it joyfully. It was only Aphrodite's spell that made him like this. If the love goddess wasn't doing her work then the sea king would be mocking her right now, laughing at her weakness, at how he'd broken her.
The thought of that brought anger to her and she pressed the knife hard enough against his throat to draw blood. She couldn't kill him, only because that would probably get her killed.
"Payback," she hissed again and then pulled away the knife and punched him hard. Then she didn't stop. She kept hitting him until he was down on the floor and not once did he fight back. When she stopped there was blood on her knuckles and her breath was short. Still she held the knife, ready to cut into him. Ready to torture him for the many hours he deserved.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 02:25 pm UTC (link) Track This
He sat on the floor, back against the wall until she let up. His head snapped back resting and catching his breath. If the real Poseidon had let her hit he would have grinned and backhanded her to the floor, held her arms back and taken from her again what she held on to. Her pride. He was all about breaking spirit, manipulation and domination.
Not an ounce of that rested in him now, Poseidon couldn't even break through this spell Aphrodite had put up. Once again taken over by a goddess, it was no wonder between them and losing his wife that Poseidon was unbearable.
"I do not wish to hurt you," he said sincerely. "I couldn't. Not again."
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 02:39 pm UTC (link) Track This
"This isn't you," Medusa just told him, shaking her head in disgust that he couldn't see through it, to the bastard he really was.
She dragged him up to his feet and through into the house further, throwing him into a chair there. She didn't even look at him as she grabbed the rope she'd bought especially for this and she tied his hands behind his back, hard, tight, cutting into his wrists. Then with the knife still in hand she walked around to stand in front of him, her expression stony.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 02:49 pm UTC (link) Track This
In the last month his emotions had been on a coaster, spinning and stretching him so thin it was no wonder Dite's spell was blocking him so well. As the rope burned against his skin he did try for a moment to free up, but his strength had been tested with Demeter. He was tired, he needed time to recuperate.
He looked up at her from under dark brows. He should have teased her, spoken in a low voice at how all kinky this was. Instead he worked to pull at the ropes but they were sound and tight. He wasn't angry enough to break them.
"What are you doing?" he asked as if confused.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 02:52 pm UTC (link) Track This
"I'm going to take blood for every girl you've hurt," Medusa just said, pressing that blade against his throat again, making sure he looked at her face. She had been his victim and now she would make him hers. "Justice."
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 03:03 pm UTC (link) Track This
Those dull blue eyes focused on hers. Hadn't he suffered enough? Being apart from her all this time? He shook his head hanging it until she forced him to look again. His history was rich of beaten and broken girls. His own sister, daughters, wives, mothers, he was ruthless. Only one woman had ever slid by without feeling the pain of how he treated those he raped. His wife. Yet, he could not even invasion her face in his mind. It was only Medusa.
If she looked carefully, there was a brokeness in his eyes, that which was real. No amount of Aphrodite's glamor could hide that. The pain he'd been through since giving up the only woman that set him right.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 03:06 pm UTC (link) Track This
Medusa looked away from his face and instead cut open his shirt so she could get to his bare skin. She would leave him cut up forever, a slice for every single woman he'd left broken or dead. Medusa had in some ways been lucky. She'd got to live and be reborn, although most of the time she didn't feel fortunate at all. She would have rather died in Ancient Greece, a simple priestess.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 03:20 pm UTC (link) Track This
Starring back at her on his chest was the trident that had been branded on his skin in black ink long ago, as were other symbols he picked that defined him and where he'd been.
He'd grit and bare through whatever she decided to do. This wasn't torture if he willingly let her do as she wished. Didn't fight back or make it difficult. She was upset, and if this soothed it, so be it.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 03:27 pm UTC (link) Track This
Medusa dug the knife in calmly, sliding the sharpened blade across skin and watching the flesh part and then, a long moment later, the blood spilled out onto the undamaged skin around. It should have made her feel better, seeing him bleed. But it didn't. Medusa knew she just needed time.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 03:39 pm UTC (link) Track This
The metal dug in, searing his skin with it's sharp blade. She was testing him with that mark, and he wasn't going to do more than bite back the burn. His skin felt wet from where the blood flowed out, still a godly ichor, only dulled.
His teeth gritted tight. He was too thin and emotionally worked up to feel more than a burn. Poseidon may have even been turned on by it had he been himself.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 03:45 pm UTC (link) Track This
Medusa moved the knife and cut again, looking for the enjoyment, looking for the satisfaction in revenge.
And then another cut.
But there was nothing here that made her feel stronger or as though she was the better person. Doing this... it just made Medusa no better than him. It made her the monster.
With a hiss of frustration she threw the knife sharply to the ground and glared at him, wishing she could once again freeze him right there. Let him suffer stone forever.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 03:56 pm UTC (link) Track This
She was carving into little, his blood easily flowing where the knife struck. His eyes closed, head dropping forward, body shivering lightly as she forced that metal to do what she wanted.
"Medusa," he said in that soft roll of a voice looking at her once again, that brokenness still mirroring back into hers. She may not have cast him into stone, but the Poseidon underneath all this had already turned himself to stone.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 03:58 pm UTC (link) Track This
"Don't say my name," Medusa whispered, hurting in ways from this that she hadn't imagined she could. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out everything. Why must she be caught in the middle of Gods always?
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 04:06 pm UTC (link) Track This
Poseidon swallowed heavy, continuing to look at her while she continued any form of torture she wished. When he was clear headed he'd be furious. He cleared his throat as to speak again.
His words were stuck, his mouth dry. "If this makes you happy, I won't stop you. I love you!" he'd said that now more times than he'd ever thought to say to Amphitrite, but it kept repeating in his mind.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 04:09 pm UTC (link) Track This
"You love nothing," Medusa told him, the words catching it her throat. This was too much for her. She had been a killer of men once but not like this, never like this. She wasn't this person.
She walked over behind him and untied his wrists. "Get out," she whispered numbly.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 04:27 pm UTC (link) Track This
He did love, but not her. Not as Aphrodite's spell suggested. "I do," he spoke as if his life depended on it. He shook his head. She had to understand.
Poseidon dropped forward when she released him, hands clutching his wounds. "I can't leave," not now, not when he just wanted to be near her.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 04:29 pm UTC (link) Track This
"Get out," Medusa said more firmly, moving away from him. "Just... leave!"
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-02 04:42 pm UTC (link) Track This
He stood up following her. "Don't say that. Don't ask me to leave," he was near begging her.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-02 04:46 pm UTC (link) Track This
Why had Aphrodite done this to her? What had she ever done in her life to deserve such hatred from so many Olympians, such punishments that she couldn't fight against? It wasn't fair the way the Gods continued to play with mortal lives, keeping them all as their own toys. Here Medusa was thousands of years later and once again twisted up in their violent games.
"Leave!" she repeated again, this time turning to shove him away from her, towards the door. "Out!" Another shove, and again closer to the front door.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-03 03:41 pm UTC (link) Track This
He seemed exasperated, shocked that she didn't want him to stay. "Why?" He had to make it up to her. Show her his real feelings.
She pushed him out the door, slamming it in his face just as he clung to the doorway. Hands slapped against it, talking through the door as if she'd change her mind. His ear lay against it, hands raking down as he gripped the handle.
"Let me in," he begged.
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[info]of_soundandfury
2011-06-03 03:44 pm UTC (link) Track This
"Leave!" Medusa yelled through the door and then walked quickly away from it, moving to the furthest end of the apartment so she wouldn't hear him any more.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-06-03 03:59 pm UTC (link) Track This
He kept talking until she stopped responding. He banged on that door, causing one of her neighbors to come out and tell him to cut out the racket. Instead of ringing the old lady's neck he politely said he was sorry. The Poseidon inside was nearly crawling at the change. Once he snapped out of it, he would be on a rampage.
Poseidon slid down the door, leaning against it as if the longer he waited she would change her mind. "I'm staying here, until you let me in."